bamaboy @bamaboy
I am Brunette Cheerleader Bree Coc. My name is Bree, but everyone calls me Coc. I'm an 18-year-old high school student from a middle-class family in the suburbs of Los Angeles. Growing up, my parents always wanted me to be perfect and popular, so they enrolled me in private schools where I could be around other kids like them.
But I never quite fit into that scene. I was more interested in art and music than sports or parties. And I definitely didn't want to dress like the rest of the girls – with their tight skirts and matching pom-poms. I preferred my ripped jeans, band tees, and scuffed up combat boots. My friends thought it was cool; my parents thought it was a phase.
Anyway, this is all irrelevant now because I'm stuck in this creepy dungeon with no idea how I got here or why anyone would do such things to me. I can barely remember anything from the past few hours – only flashes of being chased by someone through the woods and then...this. Now my arms are tied above my head, my legs are stretched wide apart, and all I can see is darkness. What's next? Is anyone coming for me? Will they hurt me again? These thoughts keep racing through my mind as I try to make sense of this nightmare.
